I was in Kershaw County and was doing some off-roading in the Liberty Hill wildlife management area which boarders Lake Wateree. I’ve never been a believer in Bigfoot, and I’m not sure I am now. But what I experienced out there was something that freaked me out enough to turn around and leave. The area is very remote and miles from the nearest paved road or any houses. Most trails out there are single lane abandoned forest service roads. Very hilly and dense forest. Often times when riding a new trail, I will stop and walk a few hundred yards ahead to make sure none of the trail is washed out or too rough for my Subaru to handle. That day wasn’t any different. I had parked and walked a couple hundred yards ahead, scouting out the trail when I started hearing what sounded like gibberish from 2 or three different voices. Couldn’t make out any words. Just gibberish sounds. It caught me off guard because I hadn’t seen any other signs of people that day. It was around 2 pm. It sounded to be just beyond the tree line. I stopped and the gibberish stopped. I figured it was turkeys or some other type of bird. I kept walking and it started again. I stopped again and the noise stopped. After a few seconds, what appeared to be a piece of board hitting against a tree could be heard. This went on for a while. It was at the moment that I knew it was time to go. I have no idea what it was. The area is in a community called Liberty Hill off hwy 97 between Camden and Great Falls.

It was around 2:00 a.m., and my two traveling companions were asleep as I drove our rented SUV south on I-77 through North Carolina. We were somewhere in the middle of the state, on a long, flat stretch of highway bordered by farmland and brush. The two southbound lanes were separated from the northbound lanes by a wide median ditch filled with brush and small trees. With no headlights visible ahead or behind me, I cruised in the left lane with the high beams on.

At the far edge of the headlights, I noticed something moving left across the dotted white line in the middle of the road. My first thought was, “A bear—in my lane!” I immediately lifted my foot off the gas and gripped the steering wheel with both hands, bracing for a possible collision. Fortunately, the creature moved quickly across the lane.

As it stepped over the white line and into the brush of the median, I was about thirty yards away and caught only a brief glimpse of it in the headlights. Oddly enough, my immediate impression was that it looked like an Irish Setter walking on its hind legs.

It was thin, perhaps five to six feet tall, with straight reddish hair that flared slightly around its hands and feet. Its shoulders appeared somewhat hunched, and its head was lowered. Because it was moving at an angle away from me, I never got a clear look at its face. In an instant, it disappeared into the brush.

The entire encounter lasted no more than two seconds, leaving me with the conflicting impressions of both “bear” and “Irish Setter.” I couldn’t come up with a satisfactory explanation for what I had seen. When my friends woke up later, I told them I had nearly hit a bear during the night. That seemed far more reasonable than telling them I had almost run into what looked like an adolescent Bigfoot.

We were driving back to Wisconsin after spending Spring Break in Daytona Beach in mid-April 1983. Along the way, we dropped off a friend who was serving in the Navy in Charleston, South Carolina. From there, we continued through North Carolina, passing near Asheville. I believe we were on I-26 near Hendersonville.

I had been behind the wheel for about five hours and was driving through the hills. It was around 2:00 or 3:00 a.m. when something happened that I still can’t fully explain.

A small, brown, shaggy creature about four to five feet tall with a very pointed head suddenly crossed in front of the car. Its arms were swinging as it walked. I was traveling at highway speed, and it appeared so close to the vehicle that I instinctively slammed on the brakes. The tires locked up, and the car began to skid. I missed the creature by only a fraction of a second.

The sudden braking jolted my two friends awake. Both had been asleep. My immediate reaction was to tell them, “I just saw a Jawa walk in front of the car.”

That’s honestly the closest comparison my mind could come up with at the time. It was as if my brain couldn’t process what it was seeing, so it reached for the nearest familiar image. The creature looked like it was wearing a brown hooded robe, much like a Jawa from Star Wars.

At the time, I dismissed the experience as fatigue or imagination and kept driving. But the more I’ve reflected on my reaction over the years, the more convinced I am that whatever I saw was actually there.

I’ve had deer leap into the road in front of my car before, and my response was exactly the same an immediate, instinctive slam on the brakes with no hesitation. This wasn’t a vague shape or some foggy apparition gradually materializing in front of me. It was solid, sudden, and real enough to trigger an automatic emergency reaction. It appeared, crossed the road, and was gone within a second or two.

I live in Southwestern North Carolina near the Nantahala National Forest, about 6 miles from the Little Tennessee River and 1/4 mile from a tributary-Mud Creek. In the middle 90’s I use to walk my dogs every day down an isolated gravel road near our home that was adjacent to the national forest. I would hear wood knocking which I thought was someone building something. At the time I had no idea what Bigfoot was. One day it had snowed about 4-5″, and I saw barefoot prints cross the road and end at a very dense laurel thicket. Around the same time, one night I heard a VERY loud terrifying howl/growl/roar outside my bedroom window that made my chest vibrate. Another night I saw a round orange glowing ball of light that traveled in a straight line about 50 yards across the field and about 15′ off the ground, when it got to the road it made a 90 turn and went up the road. Several times I have heard voices like someone was having a conversation but I couldn’t understand what was being said. Now that I know what Bigfoot is, I believe that is what all these things are connected to.

In Pisgah National Forest around April 2010ish I was awakened by a very very loud thunderous scream. Similar to a siren but not exactly. It was so close we could actually feel it reverberating around in our chest cavities while sitting there in the tent. We just left every bit of our belongings there and got the hell out. I haven’t been back since. I KNOW there’s no weather siren or anything like that around there. It was very clear to us that something was reallllly really mad. One of my friends was thinking a bear was making that sound and I was like… bro.. bears don’t SCREAM.

When I was a young girl we spent our vacations in N.C. The summer I was 12 we were visiting my cousins who lived in Fontana, NC. They have a small house with a tin roof right up against a mountainside. The road only had three houses on it and they are very far apart from each other.
My Mom and one of my cousins, he was about 17 at the time, and I was sitting around the kitchen table about dusk to dark. When something screamed up on the hillside. Right over the house. It was the most terrible sound I have ever heard. My Mother jumped and I believe I yelled. We sat just frozen for a moment, then my cousin went and got his father’s shotgun.
Something jumped on top of the house and you could hear it walking around for what seemed an eternity. I was terrified because my Mother was terrified although she continued to tell me it was just a pig or maybe a mountain lion. A couple of hours later my cousins came home (the parents of the 17 yr old). And my Mom told them what had happened and they laughed and said it was probably a panther (mountain lion I assume) that they tend to scream a lot. But my mother grew up in the same mountains and said that it was no panther she ever heard. My cousin said it was not a panther. He knew what one sounded like and that was not it. He never heard anything like it before. He was so scared he wouldn’t go far from the house the whole time we were there. He refused to go into the woods and collect eggs from the henhouse.
I have no idea what it was. All I know is I remember my Mom being terrified and my hair standing on the back of my neck.

Near the Green River Game Lands in Polk County, close to Lake Adger, I experienced several strange encounters over the years.

In October 2011, after a major storm, we discovered a line of footprints leading away from our outdoor fire pit. Whatever made them had stepped into the wet ashes and appeared to have tried wiping the ash off on nearby rocks before taking unusually long strides across the yard.

Several years later, during a camping trip in the same area, I heard heavy footfalls around 7 p.m., followed by a series of five or six knocks in a distinct pattern. Roughly 100 yards away, another disturbance answered with more heavy footfalls moving toward the first sound. It seemed as though the two animals met near a thicket where a flock of turkeys was roosting. Within seconds, the woods erupted with screeching, frantic wingbeats, and chaos. The attack lasted about 15 seconds before everything suddenly went quiet. Later that night, I again heard the same knocking pattern, followed by a distant response in the exact same rhythm.

A few years later, back at my home, another incident occurred during a severe storm around 2 a.m. During a brief lull in the weather, I heard something trying to climb over the wire fence in our backyard. Because we had experienced vandalism before, my son and I went outside armed. Standing on the back porch, we could see the fence still shaking while heavy footsteps crashed through the woods to our left. I shouted for whoever was there to leave and warned that we were armed.

Moments later, we heard a loud crack that sounded exactly like a rifle shot coming from the direction of the footsteps. Frightened, I fired my shotgun toward the sound. More sharp cracks followed, and I rushed my son and wife back inside before firing my .22 rifle as well. As my son handed me the reloaded shotgun, the cracking intensified, and I suddenly realized what we were hearing: something was pushing over a massive tree. The loud cracks were the sound of wood splitting apart. The tree finally crashed to the ground with enough force to shake the entire house. Terrified, my family rushed back outside, and together we heard heavy footfalls running away from the fallen tree.

I live near Asheville NC. I own a landscaping & Irrigation company. I grew up about an hour east. My parents had 30 acres that was surrounded by 6,000 acres of game land. I’ve played in the woods, hunted, and camped my whole life. Plus my business also allows me to be outside year round. I was starting up a irrigation system in a large gated & wooded golf community in the mountains of Arden NC basically 15 mins from Asheville. This community joins Pisgah National Forest, approximately 300 square miles of forest. This was around April or June of 2016. I was standing in the back yard facing the control box which is attached to the house. So my back was to the woods maybe 25 to 30 yards to the tree line. And I hear this large crash. The same sound a large tree makes as it falls through other tree limbs when its falling. I turned quickly to see a massive Beach tree rocking back and forth. Leaves were floating down but no tree was falling. I’ve been in trees this size. I’m 6’2 250 pounds. There is no way I could make this tree rock like this. But i didn’t see what did it. So watched for probably 30 or 45 seconds. Nothing happened so turned to finish my work. Then it happened again but a different tree.

This time I knew something was up. Bears don’t jump from tree to tree like that. So I walked to the edge of the yard and watched for a few minutes. No movement in the trees. The canopy is really thick here. The only way I could have really seen anything that was hiding would have been to walk to the bottom of the tree and look up. But I wasn’t about to do that. So after a while I walked back to the control again but I walked backwards. Seems silly but I felt whatever it was it was watching me. When I reached the control I turned to face it. Then turned back to the woods again quickly to see if I could trick it or catch it jumping. But nothing happened. So I started working again assuming the show was over. Then it happened again, a third big tree was rocking after the loud crash. At this point I was freaked out so ran to the truck and left. Rescheduled the job.

I’ve been in the forest my whole life. I’ve never been afraid in the day time. Bears don’t do that. They climb up and down. Cats don’t make loud crashes if they would have they would have run after the first one. What ever did this has to be huge. I couldn’t make those trees rock if i wanted to. Plus it was watching and waiting for the perfect time to jump so I wouldn’t see it. Bears here aren’t that worried about being seen. They know they can’t be hunted in those developments. You have to make them leave. This was something different. I wish I had the balls to walk to the base of the trees. But I don’t. I was afraid. I’ve been training to handle myself. I always carry a gun. But this wasn’t something I could handle. I just know .

After we had the great flood i was leaving my brothers house on hwy 45 going towards McClellanville. I came to a part of the road where bridges had been washed out from the flood. As i came to a curve i saw a bigfoot standing by a large pine tree, it was watching the workers working on the bridge, as i slowed and came to a stop it turned and looked directly at me then turned and ran away in the opposite direction of the bridge workers. It looked like it was 7 or more feet tall covered in brownish dark fur or hair. It was massive in size with huge wide shoulders. Ive hunted in most of the forests where this was but have never seen anything like this. Ive been a hunter and fisherman my entire life, camping in black river and the Francis Marion national forest. Amazing sighting that i kept to myself for many years but i will swear on a stack of bibles to what i saw that day.

I live on Lake Tillery in the Uwharrie mountains and ive heard a few things myself that sent chills. Big island creek is where I’ve heard the sounds come from behind our cabin as well as a whoop at the lake. One other time i was hiking along that same creek and smelled something terrible and then multiple owls started hooting and i turned around. It felt very off like it wasn’t owls. It was in the middle of the day